Thou, who stole the deadest of flesh,
that which has been rotting in my chest.
I looked in awe as you held it ever slight,
and left your lip's mark so airy and light.
Then the black tender organ moved barely and weak,
crimson blood flowing as it beat.
Such a shock did I take, not a single move,
when you placed it back, did I make.
From then on, from that moment. I loved you,
for letting my feelings grow anew.



Unfortunatally my body was used to such numb skin,
it would torture itself in mutilation of the mind, mocking other all other sin.
And now with fresh blood pounding though the veins,
screams slowly and quietly escape at the feeling of whipping canes.
Oh, how the pain never subsided until that fateless day,
that I cursed you to hell for loving me that way.
So I fought to get away, saying it was to protect,
leaving you left in hurt from my ugly neglect.



Deep down inside my heart slowed to a quick heed,
your love flowing out with wistfull speed.
In the end finally, my corpse became lifeless once more,
falling in the dirt, lying to rest for good, something I have wanted more and more.
I never want love, and I lied to myself and you as I took it,
and I thew it back when in my face my own lies hit.

But in the end you gave me what I wanted best,
in some backhand way, a quiet final rest...
that was at your own hard expence
and for that I truly love you.